Often enough, he simply stares at nothing, or will begin walking away while someone is talking to him. He never seen him drink alchohol, or smoke, and in fact he wrinkles his nose and coughs when anyone else smokes. Usually, he ignores the taunts of ignorant people regarding his looks or manners, but rarely he will simply fly into a hissing rage, brawling and shrieking and clawing.
WHAT HIS COMPANIONS KNOW:
Lameras is a wild Hin, with little experience among civilization. He hasn’t made any effort to keep his intelligence from them, so they know he’s not stupid. Despite his appearance, he is sometimes extremely fastidious regarding things like washing, loving nothing so much as a long swim whenever possible.
He prefers to sleep outside of any building, and usually when camp is made he disappears into the woods or surrounding area, but stays close enough apparently to see the fire or the others. He will stand guard by hiding away from the fire and watching, and has often been seen perched high in a treetop overlooking camp.
He is a hunter, forager, and quite knowledgeable about wilderness lore. He can track extremely well, and can even track by sense of smell. On occasion, he’s greeted people by name before they were even in the room. He’s brutally honest, lacking any deceptive nature, and this often throws people off kilter around him. He cares nothing for gold or material possessions, other than what he carries. He takes a lot of care with his weapons, keeping them clean and in good repair.
He seems to enjoy mimicking people, often with embarrassing results that make those mimicked look silly. He also seems to play dumb, keeping his true intelligence secret and watching the results when people treat him according to their notions of how smart he is. He can make the sounds of many jungle animals almost uncannily perfect, and is learning to mimic the local animals as well. When he makes an important kill, he puts a foot on the victim, tilts his head back, and tenses his muscles, making a silent scream toward the heavens.
Lameras very rarely smiles, and when he does so it seems almost as if he is trying to produce a smile for the benefit of others, or because he thinks it is expected. His sense of humor seems stunted, although he does seem to enjoy seeing the haughty or proud brought low. He is kind, and generous to the weak and poor. In fact, if left unsupervised he’d probably give all his gold to the first beggar who looked like they needed it.
One trait you have seen is a terrible anger that he sometimes displays, especially at the powerful who mistreat the lowly. He has little tolerance for the wealthy and their elitism. Any mention of slavery causes Lameras to scowl, and a low growling to issue from his chest, his fists clenched.
When you met him in Waterdeep, he was dressed in fancy, wealthy clothing, riding in a carriage through the streets, his hair neatly combed and in a ponytail. He did not look happy. You met his human friend, the black-skinned Benoit, and learned something about Lameras’ background.
He is from the Chultan Peninsula, where he grew up in the jungles from infancy. His parents are dead. They were merchants in Waterdeep. Lameras wanted to leave the city, and travel the lands to learn how people live here, and to learn the flora and fauna. Benoit stayed behind, to manage Lameras’ affairs. Lameras embraced Benoit and wept when you all left Waterdeep.